Snacker Slacker

Friday, 3:30 PM

Boo and I were in the Wreck Room. We were doing a 3-D puzzle. Let me rephrase that. I was doing the 3-D puzzle and he was running around me like a retriever puppy. He said he was going to get himself a snack. I was slackin', so I asked him to bring me one, too.

Cabinets slam. Doors close. Bowls clatter. The woosh of the fridge door. Microwave bleeps.

A snack for his oma:
Oatmeal, a glass of soy milk, a spoon and a napkin on a tray.


a Tonggu Momma said...

Wow! Now that is impressive!

Margie said...

That's adorable - and he got you a healthy snack, too!!